"Are Trish and Cindy joining you?" I queried."They said they might," he said."Well, where and when?" was my reply."How about the bowling center for so...e beer and karaoke around nine?" he suggested."I'll see what I can do. Talk to you later," I said.Hmmm... should I spring Tamara on everyone? I decided I'd ask her tonight.I cleaned and straightened up the house. I figured I would bring her here tonight. I called the pool service. I asked them to clean the pool and refresh the spa. Next, I looked. " He pulled off his helmet. It was Sam, the blond haired cop who had set her up for the beating and rape at police headquarters what seemed like ages ago."Yeah, thanks," she said in a low voice."Hey, guys," said Sam. "Believe it or not, this sorry piece of shit is Ms. Americana. Yeah, the same hot-shot bitch who was always making us look bad. Only this time, she ain't the one nailing the bad guys. Looks like they nailed her — over and over."MA looked around for Sam's commanding officer. She. But not as handsome as you."Oh yeah, and I believed she added the last part; I've got no illusions about my looks."And what else did Kirsty say?" Um, well, she said she liked you a lot and asked me if you were good in bed. Of course I told her you were good anywhere, when it comes to that. You know Kirsty and Martin don't have sex as often as we do or in as many different places." Jesus Christ, girl, you weren't discussing our sex life with Kirsty where you?" Oh, Kirsty and I are always talking. Rick coached me through it until my time came. Cum burst out and up in the air. It splattered on my chest and face. I let out a groan as I tried to push out as much cum as I could. Rick continued to record as my tiny thick cock reseeded back to an even smaller size. I ran my fingers through the cum on my body and licked them. Rick's face was so stoic, I couldn't tell if I did well. Rick told me to clean up in the bathroom and return. As I washed, I heard Rick go outside. When I returned to the.